Today's painting

It was all in my mind as i watched this amazing scene unfold before my eyes this afternoon. A father two children girl age four or five, the son maybe three, the little girl unbridled running to watch the magnificent dappled grey Arabian as the trainer put him through his paces, the setting sunlight rimming the mane of the horse and the girls dark curls, turning them on fire, an impossible red halo surround her crown.
As i am struggling with a noisy neighbor, longing for my quiet and own land again, the freedom to be out of LA proper on open spaces, old Indian land, i had to take a respite with the trees and horses.
And was reminded of the amazing beauty tend miss in our daily lives of struggle. I adore the smell of paint; i am yearning for the old familiar stains on my hands. For the endless hours of concentration of me canvas, brush and color. As my dear friend said remember to pull back the curtain there is blasting light there.
I long to paint that light so soon, i can taste it smell it:) though, i won't lick my brushes like Van Gogh or Fetchin.
Off to more packing